Sunday, March 1, 2009

I say good morning and good night to my mother instead of hello and goodbye. I say okay like my cousin.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Hi Baby

I know you're under a lot of pressure at your work and all. And I do understand. You have no idea how much I understand. But you also don't have any idea how much I love you. I love you so much. I think about you, I feel you in my arms, I miss you..I miss you terribly. I've always wanted someone like you in my life. I love you so much that I'd do anything. I'd do anything. I'll be your perfect woman for you.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

he acts with more conviction than I!

Sunday, February 1, 2009

a Onesie and a Veil

laundry for 5 weeks, showered in 4 days, Chu for 2 weeks

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

When I wake up in the morning

I scheduled myself to think about the future tonight.

My collection history in chronological order: rocks, stickers, paper, sugar packets, matchboxes, yellow sweaters, spoons, chairs, tables.

Friday, January 16, 2009

My first pen pal went to Stanford University when I was in elementary school. She capitalized all of her Rs so I capitalized all of my Rs. Once when my mother was checking my homework she found them unacceptable so I rewrote all of my Rs. I had a bad eraser and poor technique.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

When I called the UC Retirement Fund to see why I had an account with upwards of $3 in it, the lady who answered - I think her name is Sherry - had the same birthday as myself. She had to verify my identity.

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

I will bite into your clitoris and spit out two franc pieces

A room galleries my drawings from fall quarter and the paper I have collected for 7 years. There is a bookshelf of things I don't want to throw away yet and another one has 1 shelf of books I have purchased but not read. There is 1 box of readers and 1 box of bags I use as purses. I have a trophy from 1987, University High School. 1 of the 8 outlets are plugged in. If there was a massive earthquake and everything became out of place I would be annoyed. If a fire burned down the house I would be better.

I had a strong desire to quit my internship. Instead, I would have purchased a student advantage card with Amtrak and couchsurfed on the weekends. Fortunately, it takes too long to train anywhere I want to go.

I have had several conversations with people who believe that Keanu Reeves is a great actor. I still don't get it but I'm sure they make sense. It's like how I keep trying beer but I never like it.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Monday, December 1, 2008

I bought a Tempur-Pedic pillow today so it can only go uphill from here.

As I ate my supper, I thought that maybe it would be okay if she died.

Q What do you do for a living?
A I work in a meth lab.

Friday, November 28, 2008

Monday, October 13, 2008

I have not checked the weather for several weeks now.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

When I feel alive I try to imagine a careless life, a scenic world where the sunsets are all breathtaking.

Monday, September 22, 2008

Spend the first five years trying to get with the plan

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Overdetermined ideas, with punch lines that shouted
at you.

Friday, September 5, 2008

I will be running out of underwear the same time I run out of a place to live

In the 12th grade I wrote a play with an introduction quoting James Joyce, Nine Inch Nails, and The Shins. I think that the plot had to do with family members, killing, and the repetition of the word bang, which was the central metaphor of it all. I also gave a presentation on an OK Go song and shot what felt like every event that happened at school.

I'm already out of socks.

Monday, September 1, 2008

something good

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Afterward

"If only Facil were here to tell me what an idiot I've become!" But Bartholomeo Facil, Poissel's closest friend and erstwhile collaborator, had left Paris in 1881, and would not return until 1905. Despair compounded fatigue; Poissel was no longer seen by day, and seldom at night.

Friday, August 15, 2008

Get inside my Hyundai

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Do you know what you want? I do. What I really want is my foundation to match my skin.

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Burning of Spring

Five days later Baron Haussmann dreams that he is once again the Prefect of Paris. His administration is put in charge of the seasons of the year: summer, fall, spring, etc. He draws up a plan for a system of warehouses in which the best-known features of each season will be stored: the summer smell of hot stone, the graying skies of autumn, the snow dirtied by Parisian feet, the trees in bloom. He also designs a network of channels by which each season can be delivered to the city within a week at most. We could change seasons seven or eight times a year, easily, he notes in his report to the municipal council, or we could add new seasons to satisfy the needs of a growing population: sprall, a season of mist and fine rain, good for gathering various fruits in the forest; or fammer, a hot, gray, still season, suitable for riots. Not long after these "weather axes" become operational, the Baron learns that there was a fire in the warehouse where they keep the spring, and that the vernal season has been entirely destroyed. Now the question arises, what are they going to do on March 21? Baron Haussmann can't decide whether to have an early summer or to draw the winter out. He wakes up, still unable to choose between the two.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

They attempted to avert people from going into the water by making a border at the high tide line with dark metal poles and yellow caution tape. Around 230am, I woke up from my short nap in the bed I dug myself in the sand (apparently people had been taking pictures of me). Shortly after, a truck came by to officially undo the silly border as some of it started getting angrily torn away. Two men came in a truck that they kept running while cleaning, and some man with curly dark hair started dancing back and forth in front of the truck's headlights. He was clapping his hands, which I later noticed were pronged in his sandles. I got out of bed to take pictures. Two frames later this man collapsed into the sand. Three frames later I asked if he was okay and then saw that it was Jack DeSena, a boy I had Algebra with in 8th grade and now goes to my school again.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Naked Breakfast

Tomorrow I am giving a speech on something I am personally committed to- this is something that does not exist and I have therefore yet to write it. I want to stop using commas.